Dumbest thing you ever done. (pool related)

It wasn't me but a guy in NYC in the middle of the game casually circling the table assessing the layout, picked up the cue ball and starting chalking with it.
 
Nostroke said:
It wasn't me but a guy in NYC in the middle of the game casually circling the table assessing the layout, picked up the cue ball and starting chalking with it.


:eek: Now that is bizzarre. I guess sometimes a guy can get TOO far in the zone.:)
 
1)touching the cueball with my tip during my warmup strokes;
2)trying to skim a ball and missing it entirely;
3)soft rolling something and coming up short of the pocket;
4)trying to nip my stroke when I'm close to a ball and making the cueball move about half an inch;

Those are the most embarassing situations in pool for me.
 
BillYards said:
Ohmygod! That hurts! Guess you were to excited to mark the pocket! The scorn evident in the expressions of your teamates must have been... priceless!

I could not recall what happened ten minutes later, and to this day I cannot recall it. My brain has blanked it out! Friends told me I marked a different pocket even though I was dead straight in the side. I do recall on the penultimate shot thinking that if I overhit position, I could still make the eight in the corner. It was that pocket I marked.

Before I shot the 8, one of my team has already gone into the bathroom so he could scream ecstatically about going to Vegas (we could still hear him). At least three guys knew what I was doing, two of them wanted to call timeout but didn't know if I'd already had one, and thought that calling one at that point was a loss.

The story ends well as I was able to make it up the following year. On a different team, I played fourth and made the match 2-2 with our female SL3 winning the final match to get us to our overdue Vegas trip (four common players). The same eight had already won the 9-ball too so we had ELEVEN days in Vegas. If I'd made the first eight ball, this eleven day trip would never have happened since I set up the one season 8/9-ball joint League that we qualified from after the first disappoinment. I shared that trip with some great friends, and now I can tell the story knowing it all worked out for the best.
 
things I think about daily that I sold...

3 Black Boars....1 Allen Hopkins said hit just like his Frank Coster!(sp):eek:
2 Richard Blacks.. 1 sweet Black Baron
1 Phillipe.....
1 Scruggs that my brother in law has, and wont sell me back..he doesn't play!


makes me sick to think about those cues......:o
 
Harvywallbanger said:
:eek: You thought the 9 ball was the cue ball and actually hit it. LMAO. You dumbass.
:p just kidding. Just kidding.:)

i have done this many times. when you get into a rhythm you see the nine as a white ball not a striped one. this is common with players who are nervous and want to complete a series of runs. at least with me it is ;)
 
I still hurt. I turned my back on my two Mcdermotts, one against the wall the other in the case, to get another pitcher of beer. You guessed it. Both gone . No trace. Nobody saw a thing.
 
Mr. Wilson said:
Quit pool for 12 years.

I'm still not back up to speed.

I quit playing for only two years, and got back into playing about four years ago. Even when I play often, the best I've ever played is about %70 of how I used to play. It's extremely frustrating! I still have all the knowledge, but just cant execute as well as I used to.
 
shinyballs said:
When I first started playing, I used to go to the local American Legion and play for free with a couple of friends of mine. The place had three 8 foot coin tables all on a slick tile floor. One time, I was reaching way out over the table with only one foot on the floor and I slipped. I couldn't really catch myself and just sort of laid down on the table. They called me superman for quite a while after that one.


I did that once. Only when I ended up on the table I was laying on about 5 balls. I tried to get up without moving anything, but rightfully so it was ruled BIH.
 
A couple of minutes ago a friend of mine was playing a set and he started running his mouth you can't three foul me. Well I wound up give him ball in hand when he was on two, he tried to play a safety and wound up three fouling himself.
 
...playing a dockside bar with drinkers around the table. I broke and the cue ball went flying and smashed the glass a guy was holding shattering the glass and emptying his beer.
Lots of marines around.
...the next dumbest thing was to judge a pool player by their looks. We were short of a player for our pool team and theres this old guy with a bent over back, receding hairline and glasses whom my coach says wants to play with us. I don't say anything. Let it ride and he joins our team. We become friends and watch him later play for Australia play the winning shot in the series against New Zealand in the Masters.
Next dumbest thing I'm playing in a comp in this rough pub and am so happy to win I give my opponent half the prize money.
Shooting pool with my friends who can't play that well and we had a tiger snake in a glass aquarium awaiting release as the owner of the place was a snake catcher and these guys hit the ball into the glass case. Cracks the glass a bit and we're wondering if this snake can get out.
..next dumbest thing was playing the barmaid onehanded. During the game she tells me not too. Later she tours England, playing for Australia.
...the next dumbest thing was playing first division in my first pool season and coming in with a fifty percent average then going to a windup and finding out there was a second, third and fourth division and meanwhile I had thought I was playing in the lowest league. Duhh
..the next dumbest thing was returning to my hometown pub and going to the pub where noone knew me as it all had changed, winning the comp and then having to carry the carton of beer home walking.....
..the next dumbest thing was experimenting with breaking, at the 'that' moment of impact releasing my hands off the cue then gripping it again . It worked ok then the cue flew like a spear and ripped the cloth...
...the next dumbest thing was agreeing to a member of a syndicate when I kept winning the comp and other players didn't
..the next dumbest thing was telling my friend about the pool comp then him coming and beating me....
there was one more dumb thing. Playing on these tables in an outside tropic bar with yellow tinted lights and I didn't recognise my last colored yellow ball. Didn't even see it and shot the black. Lost the game on a foul. Rather sporty not to be told I thought.
.. the another dumb thing was hearing my snooker guy who worked in the pool hall tell of his trip to China for his tournament and thinking it would be good to go there oneday. So I did and here I am.....
 
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I have a very bad habit - if someone else accidentally shoots one of my balls, I sometimes take the ball in hand and start running their balls.
 
I was playing ball in hand 8 ball one time and had a few stripes left with no way to get out. No problem I thought I will just play safe. Great idea, I play a very nice safe and take my seat to look back and see that i have left my opponent a straight in stop shot on the six to get out....I did not even realize the six was there...
 
one of the dumiest things i've ever made at pool was... i was playing a race to 9 with a good pool pal of mine. I was leadig 8-7. My turn, i gotta play the 9 ball which is on the edge of the hole. The cue ball is at the other side of the table, next to the rail, maybe an inch from it. It was a real easy shot, but i kinda was affraid to skratch, so i hit to cue ball with a draw... and as a dumbass, i shot real hard (way to much)... i got the 9 in, the cb jumped after the impact, the for a second i was affraid that the cb goes off the table, but no... it landed back on the table... but i gave a little left english too, i don't konw how (i even tried to redo that, but i've never been able to)... the cb landed back on the table and follow the rail to skratch in the opposite corner pocket (of the same head of the table). I would have win the match... but because of that stupid goof, i lost, so it became 8-8, and i also lost the next game, so, i lost the match 8-9. Because of that stupid shot!
 
This thread is hilarious ! :D

My bad. Nordic champs many years ago, played an extremely tight match and finally the score was double hill at 10-10. My opponent broke and scratched, but the 1-ball was tied up near the short rail next to the 9-ball. I figured there was a semidifficult thin cut 1-9 combo on and I lined up the shot and when I was about to shoot I realized I couldn't reach the cueball easily, and I got messed up with my practice strokes and touched the cueball with my tip. My opponent calmly took the BIH I gave him and fired the combo in without any problems. Duh... :o
 
Wrong Ball Syndrome

I was playing a match against a guy when I didn't see the 3 ball and lined up on the 4. Despite him yelling at me along with a couple other guys I calmly shot in the 4 and then asked what they wanted........duh.
 
i was playing today... that was not spectaculary dumb, but jsut funny. We were playing 9-ball. I got BiH, i set me ball pretty good for a shot on the 3, i sucessfully make the shot, perfect effect to set the CB for the 4. After making my shot, i stay low on the table, following the CB with my eyes, untill the cue ball hits the 1ball... lol... only then i said "oush!!" my opponent had the BiH.
 
gave a bad player 8 to 2 but my scratches don't count $50 per game. i wont even say how much i lost, really bad memory.

playing scratches dont count you get so occupied in just freezing the guy to the stack that you forget to actaully play one hole!!
 
Dumb and Dumbest

I grew up in a small town in Arkansas, bout 50 miles from Texarkana.
My friend and partner was a fellow named Terrell. A good guy, but about as country as they came.
In 1973, we ordered Identical Joss cues from Billy Stroud and recieved them COD at a whopping $160.00 each. We also had matching cases.
One day we heard that Terry Bell {who lived in Texarkana} and Larry Hubard were Playing 9- ball at a place called The Friendly Tavern.
We grabbed our cue and drove the 50 miles to watch the match. In a small town like ours, you didn't get to witness something like this very often.
The first night was the most exciting thing I had ever seen. They were playing for $50.00 per game and they ran oput with that big cue ball like it was nothing. The side bets were the most exciting thing i had ever encountered. They must have been playing for about $200 a game. {1973 and I am from a very small town. Very small} The bar closed and they agreed to play the next night at 6 and I couldn't wait.
The next day I called in sick and went straight to the pool hall and started experimenting with all I had seen.
Terrell got done with work and we traveled to Texarkana to watch and maybe bet a little.
We got there and being one of the best in the area {ha ha} Larrys side-kick asked me to play some 9-ball on the other table for $20.00 a game. Scared, but too proud to say no, I headed to the table.
This is the closest to suicide I have ever been as I lost $300 at $20 p0er game. I got slaughtered.
The 50 mile drive back home was long, dark, and lonely. Poor Terrell kept trying to cheer me up,but, I just kept telling him to shut up and get me home.
Well about half way is the Red River Bridge and it is about 200 yards long.
We reached app the middle of the bridge and I comanded Terrell to pull over.
Terrell says, " Now Jones you know you can't swim a lick, so you just better stay in the car and we can find somebody easy to play tomorrow."
"STOP" I screamed and Terrell locked it down. I opened the door, reached in the back seat, grabbed my cue and hurled it off the brige into the Red River and got back into the car.
Take me home!
"okay" Terrell said, "but I got to ask you something?"
"dammit, take me home!"
We said nothing the rest of the way home. Not one word.
Terrell pulled in front of my house, put it in park and staes, "Jones, I just gotta ask one thang"?
"what the hell is it Terrell"?
"Wael Jones, I was just wonderen how come you throwed my pool stick out in the middle of that river"?
I had grabbed the wrong one.
It took me about two months to get over that night.
 
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